THE MEMBERS — At The Chelsea Nightclub (Virgin):: Even with the derivative nods toward Clash/Police white reggae styling, the Members’ music comes off as original because it has what both those bands lack: a sense of humor. Songs about the dread “suburbs” don’t sound cliched, songs about American capitalist porkers don’t sound hackneyed, and, instrumentally, the band avoids the murkiness of their debut cut (a few years back) on the Beggars Banquet Streets compilation. Best song is “Don’t Push,” which combines a Yardbirdsian guitar attack with the Syndicate of Sound’s “Hey Little Girl” sentiment and emerges with bonus credibility. A must for heavy beer drinkers.

D.D.'